User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160429061338/@comment-3135907-20160718230336

Rimper stopped running, pausing for a breath of air. His dark eyes fell on one of the woodlanders. At once, a grin broke the calm seas of his face. The big jovial otter, Dunnigan, was here before him. The one who always threw jokes and jeers at them, liked to slack in the fields and play pranks on the soldiers...

Dunnigan was unconscious. A slingstone, lying beside him, evidenced the cause of his fall. With a quick glance around him to ensure that none of the other soldiers were there to see his deed, he drew his dagger and advanced toward the wounded beast, seized him by the shoulders, and slowly dragged him off into the tall grass.